Uninvited Guests

[femur_striker]

Runaway kids. Hobos of New York City. Perhaps the disfigured, mutant or otherwise, thinking they'll find a sympathetic shoulder and a safe haven. Or, most days, city workers inspecting the sewage

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[doc_richards]

Reed hasn't been trying to make a stealthful approach - it's an open dialogue he seeks, so skulking would be counterproductive. Of course, the Morlocks aren't terribly welcoming to outsiders, so he's brought along a few small devices, one of which is designed to help him locate a representative.

When the motion detector gives him a cheery chime in warning, he begins to look around more carefully.

[femur_striker]

As she approaches, the average person might think her defenseless. After all, she's come alone, she has no weapon in hand, and her pose is not that of someone preparing for battle.

Mr. Fantastic is anything but average.

"Don't tell me even the world's greatest mind can get lost?"

[doc_richards]

Reed chuckles. "Not at all, miss. You are Marrow, aren't you?"

[femur_striker]

"I am. And you are Dr. Richards, of the Fantastic Four, yes?"

Her face briefly looks inquisitive, but hardens soon after. Possible reasons why he would be here are passing through her brain, each less convincing than the last.

"Then, if you are not lost, might I ask what it is you need?"